Company Commander Book Novels & Stories

The tent flap flew open and a man strode into the tent and snapped to attention in front of all the commanders. Standing in front of the group a Man stood with a Plate helmet that was much to small for his head and being held on the side of his head. Plate gloves, boots, and a Breast plate that his stomach was spilling out of, it looked very much like a cup cake or muffin flipped upside down. Among these there was little more that was off about him. He had no under shirt on, and most noticeable... No armor protecting his lower half, no pants, no underwear. His lower portion was stark naked. If you have not surmised yet. It was Heinrich who was now called tiny after everyone got a glimpse of

“You’re not ready—” “Like hell I’m staying behind,” he rasped, forcing himself upright. Stubborn, reckless, infuriating. I didn’t fight him. I knew better. We followed. The camp moved like a living organism around us—soldiers filing into ranks, weapons gleaming in the sharp light. The air smelled of iron and frost. The Commander’s tent loomed ahead, black banners rippling like shadows come to life. Inside, Veyr stood over his table of maps, gauntleted fingers tapping once against parchment before lifting to us. His gaze swept across the four of us and lingered a heartbeat longer on me.

angry cry of the old man. "Emperor Demeter, let me remind you again." He stood up on the seat and approached her, wearing only his cold expression. "Stop it, Czatheign." He tried to stop the girl but she just smiled at him. "According to the book of rules, Rule 209, a commander has the right to relinquish his job and responsibility once he reaches the highest rank in the agency. To the best of my knowledge, I am the commander in the highest rank," its long litany.

Under intense pressure, the commander-in-chief confessed, "It was Chaos Snake Master's men. They paid me to ignore the commotion at the New Chesire Group building." "That's all I needed to know," Alexander said, stepping back, signaling he was done with the man. Despite Alexander's disinterest in further punishment, Rufus felt compelled to make an example. "He deserves to die for colluding with that Chaos Snake Master scum!" The commander's eyes widened in disbelief, but he could not change his fate. His greed and poor choices had led him to a dire state. As Rufus executed the commander, Alexander observed with mixed emotions. Rufus was ruthless, ensuring his authority was unquestioned.

​Varel intercepted his furious Commander, holding a thick stack of military reports. ​"Get out of my way, Varel," Zachery growled darkly, his eyes burning with savage rage. "I need dark rum and a new set of clean bandages. Don't speak to me." ​"You need to stop walking and listen to me right now, Commander," Varel stated firmly, blocking the narrow hallway. ​"I said move, Deputy!" Zachery roared, stepping aggressively forward. ​Varel ignored the military order. He reached out and grabbed both of Zachery's broad shoulders with his heavy hands, holding the Commander firmly in place.

“Some members are questioning my leadership. They think this personal entanglement is becoming a liability.” I sat across from him. “What do you want me to do?” “Stay close. Say nothing unless I ask.” He reached across the table and covered my hand with his for a brief moment. The touch felt almost hesitant. “This was supposed to be simple. Acquire the company. Keep you for a year. Now everything is… complicated.” ‘He almost sounds human,’ I thought. At the office the tension was thick. I sat at my desk outside his door, fielding calls and trying to ignore the sideways glances from colleagues. Around noon my phone buzzed with a text.

He had a certain domineering aura around him and the way he clutched the walking stick in his hand with so much poise and assertiveness awarded him some extra points of the respect he commanded without effort. The greying haired man that looked almost in his mid fifties, belonging to the elite class and priding the title of the Commander of the ICS, Greg Benard. A no nonsense man capable of bringing even the most confident of men, cowering to their knees. Always with a permanent scowl etched on his features, his lips hard set and in a thin line, Commander Benard was someone to be feared.

Then I was gonna fuck somebody's shit up for trying to mar a good man's name. A man who had done more for his country than most, especially some drug trafficking asshole. "Okay, so this is the first we're hearing about the Commander being involved in anything shady. First things first, we consider the source." I wrote that shit in big block letters on the PowerPoint board I had set up. "Next, we know the Commander, he was basically in charge of whether we lived or died for a huge fucking chunk of our time when we were in, and he never let us down. Aside from that, we knew the man, stand up as they come."

Brian:yes very good things Oranus:that is good so if you will follow me I shall take you to meet the other commanders from the other planets that you will be leading in the attack(starts going to the war room) Brian:ok your majesty (follows him) (At the war room) Oranus:(sits down in his place) fellow commanders am pleased to welcome you to the planet Jupiter All commanders:we thank you your majesty Oranus:very well I would like to introduce prince Brian from Mars (points to him) he will be your overall commander on this mission,(turns to prince Brian)I would like to introduce you to commander Roger and his second in command Kris from planet Saturn Roger and Kris:(stands up)we are honoured t

It was during the end of his shift that the ship's XO walked up to the commander. "Commander Price, got a minute?" "Sure Howard, what've you got?" Colonel Mark Howard was a tough man, a bit smaller than Price and more muscle. Always straight in uniform standing tall he was an intimidating sight to anyone around. A true image of authority. He was a long time friend of the Commander and served together for years. So when the time came for Price to take command and chose an XO, the choice wasn't hard to make.